The day we started the band
And the first gig we ever had
In the days when we were punks
The day I cropped my hair
And I did my first tattoo
When I understood the meaning of pride
We all got stories from the past
We all got memories to share
We all got tales from our hearts
The day we're growing old
We might be at the pub
And we all look back in time
For all the good old days
We raise our glasses high
We all got stories from the past
